Untitled #77
How do I make it home with cold heart of mine,
Standing here on this dark wooded path weeping and alone?
Here I am.
I AM here.
One foot forward.
Standing here on this dark wooded path weeping and alone?
Here I am.
I AM here.
One foot forward.
posted by Al, Liz, Oak and Isla Carter at 12:38 PM
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